Now before the story some tasks
a. I don't own OHSHC, only my OC's, If you can't tell who's an OC read the manga, watch the anime, or read a fanfiction without OC's.
b. This is my first fanfiction, comments are appreciated and if nobody reviews, follows or favorites then this won't be continued.
c. I'm not American, I spell things differently, if something looks wrong run it through a UK-English dictionary first.
Italic=English
Introduction
The stiffness of the room grates on its occupant's nerves, the ticking of the grandfather clock in one corner, the rustle of cloth as the smaller of the rooms occupants shifts ever so slightly. The room seems too large, to open for her comfort.
A breath, then the tinkling of bells, hurried movement, "Kurogane speaking", the muffled sounds of excitement seep through the phone, "Ahh, Bunya-san, can I call you back later? ...No just that there are guests… yes of course… not really, Father wants me to… yes… alright, talk soon then, goodbye… yes of course Yumi-san… Yumi-chan… goodbye" the last statement was more final. The click of the phone being placed on the table between the occupants. "I apologise Ot…" the rest of the comment is lost in the noise of people entering the room.
"Well then, now that business is out of the way." The two teenagers stand to face the new entrants. "Jasmine, we have come to an agreement, though the date has been pushed back a little, and the people changed around." The short man chuckles, His taller, stiffer companion seems to snarl slightly, then one black eyebrow rises above gold rimmed rectangular glasses. He reaches up to adjust the lenses, turning to face the teenage boy who seems to reflect him perfectly.
"Well then, Son we have dinner plans."
The tall boy bows slightly. "Off course father, Miss Kurogane, Mr Kurogane"
Jasmine bows in return. "Ot…" The boy walks out before she can finish her farewell.
"Well then Jasmine, why don't you go find your mother and announce the good news. She will be so glad the arrangements will not go to waste after all." The short man Chuckles again, brushing his short dark brown hair back off his forehead the man waves the girl away.
"Yes father." Jasmine leans down to pocket her phone before walking out of the room slowly, as if attempting to not disturb a slumbering beast.
Jasmine speeds up slowly after the door closes behind her, as the hallway extends ahead of her she reaches a jog. As the stairs appear before her she slows only slightly, racing down the stairs and past the two departing guests. The two tall darkhaired men blink at the sight of the prim and proper business man's daughter racing past, the younger catches and glimpse of purple peaking trough the strawberry blond bun at the base of the girl's skull. A quirk of the eyebrow rising above oval lenses and a slight smile.
"Come"
"Yes Father" Descending faster to catch up the teen leaves the house, not glancing back at the large western style double front door.
Jasmine races out a door to the side of the foyer, now at a full run she doesn't slow as she approached a corner. Skidding, and using a handle bolted to the wall to swing herself around she continues at full pelt through the house. Slowing only when the dark carpet turns to grey stone.
"Jasmine, don't run in the halls" A tall pale woman steps out from behind a tall rose bush.
"Sorry Mama" Jasmine lowers her head, hiding icy blue eyes. The tall woman glares slightly, her own pale blue eyes flashing behind wisps of strawberry blond hair escaped from her utilitarian bob.
"What has been agreed on?"
"They said yes." The woman smiled.
"Yuriko has always been persuasive. Well, do you like him better than the last one?"
"Yes Mama, he is better"
"So he doesn't smell like the last one, good." The woman's eyes ice over as she glances out of the tall glass walls. "Yes, good" She wonders over the Hydrangea bush in the next isle.
"Mama, may I go to my room?" Jasmine asks hesitantly, her mother just waver her hand and wonders further into to green room. Jasmine turns and walks back into the main part of the house, walking at the same slow pace as before she passes the many western styled rooms back into the foyer and across to the more oriental side of the house.
Climbing a hidden stair case she ignores the sounds of servants disappearing into other rooms, attempting to obey her mother orders. Her mother did not like the idea of servants and had ordered them to stay out of sight of her and her daughter.
The Irish woman who had meet her Japanese husband holidaying in England, saw displaying wealth as abhorrent and invisible serving staff allowed her retain some sense of modesty. The result of their union had been educated in both halves of the house, to be both proper and polite in two vastly different, and yet shockingly similar cultures. The result was a polite but shy young lady who avoided the ostentatious and overly emotional.
The phone in her pocket chimes and Jasmine reaches down the touch the pocket of her skirt hesitantly. The sound unfamiliar as all her contacts had been given unique tones upon entry.
Reaching a door that seemed no more important than the ones around it Jasmine enters her bedroom from the servants entry, coming in to the back of the walk in robe rather than the small sitting room before her bedroom. Exiting the small room she dashes to her bed before falling flat onto her face. The phone chimes again, the same unfamiliar tone.
Reaching into her pocket Jasmine pulls out the blinking phone. Unlocking the device and opening the message app she looks at the two new messages. The first a contact sheet, the second a short request for silence. 'Please do not speak of our agreement at school, there will be an announcement later in the month. You will be moved to Class 2A, please do not make a fuss.'
A sigh and the tapping of keys. 'Off course, thank you for informing me of the move.' Then the app was closed and a new one opened, more keys tapped and a rustle as the phone was brought up to her ear. As the device rand she stopped before hurriedly lowering the phone and clicking the speaker option, placing the phone on the bed near her head Jasmine brings her hands to her face and starts fiddling with her hair.
After a click, "Jasmine-Chan!"
A smile spreads across jasmines mouth "Sorry for not being able to talk earlier Yumi-san"
"Chan, Jasmine-chan, call me Yumi-chan, anyway about the class project, can you still do the edging on the set piece or do you want some help?"
"Um, actually I'm being moved into class 2A so I may not be able to help after all, and Muraya-san may have to take my role..."
"WHAT? Why are you being moved?" rustling came from the phone.
"Father has just agreed to a business merger and as a result I am moving classes again, you know I was in 1B yes?"
"Yeah, you were moved to be with that gross ex-fiancé, what happened to him anyway? He hasn't been in class for weeks"
"His father was drawing funds from the company and so mine dissolved the arrangement and passed on the evidence to the police. His family has gone bankrupt so his mother withdrew him and they moved back to Korea, I have told you this before Yumi-san"
"Yumi-chan, just get over it already Jasmine-chan, your father won't find out if you say it over the phone"
"Sorry, but anyway, I will have to check when the move is to take place but I won't be able to help, can you call around and see who can take over?"
"Yeah, yeah, now that that's sorted, who do you know in 2A?"
"Nobody yet, but I knew no one in Class 2C when I moved either."
"I'll have to introduce you to Suoh-san then, come to the Club with me on Monday and I'll introduce you."
"Thank you Yumi, which club are you in again?"
"I'm not, silly, but he is, oh and Ootori-san"
"Ootori-san?" The nervous question wasn't noticed by the excitable Yumi
"Yeah, Ootori Kyoya and Suoh Tamaki"
"Oh, well I'll see you on Monday then."
"Uh-ha, Goodnight Jasmine-chan"
"Goodnight Yumi-san" Jasmine tapped the screen of the phone and sat up, letting her now lose hair fall to her waist and the purple tips to be seen.
A tap on the door to the sitting room made Jasmine pull her hair back into a pony-tail, hiding the end under her jacket. Once covered she walked over to the door.
"Yes?" The door was opened and Jasmine came face to face with her father.
"Jasmine, who were you talking to?"
"Bunya Yumi Father."
"Ah, well Erika err your mother has informed me that you will be moving class again."
"I will father?"
"Yes, the school just called her to inform her that it was requested that you enter 2A. You will move on Tuesday, you have classes Monday to inform you class mates."
"Yes father"
"Good, dinner will be in the English dining room tonight, be down in five minutes"
Jasmine nods. Her father smiles and leaves, closing the door to the hall behind him.
Jasmine begins to twist her hair back into a bun, hiding the dyed tips in the process.
With a sigh she heads back into the closet and trough the servants corridor.
Thank you for reading Min